Chapter 442: Mazu Can't Even Save Your Son!

Early the next morning.

Chen Shaokang brought Fan Ge's saying, full of vigor and high spirits, rushed to the Huang family's small courtyard. The large iron pot for rendering pig fat in the courtyard was bubbling with oil, and Aunt Huang kept stirring it with a spatula.

Hmm, that's right!

Aunt Huang was a lard seller, her face oily and shiny.

"Aunt Huang, good morning."

Chen Shaokang wore a satisfied smile, as if returning home; as soon as he entered the courtyard, he dragged a red plastic stool over and sat down, one leg of the stool was a bit wobbly, almost causing him to fall.

This scene startled Aunt Huang so much her hand trembled, and the spatula nearly fell into the pot.

She warily eyed Chen Shaokang: "Chen… Officer Chen, why are you here again?" From her expression it was clear she did not welcome Comrade Chen Shaokang's arrival.

It was obvious that last night Huang Tao had definitely instructed her on some matters.

It's not a big deal either.

Chen Shaokang rubbed his hands, smiling like the neighbor's Chen Erdog who came to borrow soy sauce, not at all anxious.

He asked with a grin: "I just want to ask you something. Yesterday we were talking about your son Huang Hai, weren't we? The incident at the construction site… it was that precast slab—how did it just happen to break so conveniently?"

This question made Aunt Huang's face change abruptly, her heart pounding with panic.

She stammered in reply: "That… that was an accident, an accident… my son is honest and simple; he could never do such a wicked thing…"

"An accident? I don't think so."

Chen Shaokang slapped his thigh, stood up, and walked over to Aunt Huang.

He lowered his voice.

He chuckled mysteriously: "Aunt Huang, you can't hide the truth. Was it Boss Zheng Canghai who came to see Huang Hai a few nights ago? I heard Boss Zheng gave your son a big package—was it a bundle of cash? How much money did he give your son in total?"

"No… nothing happened…"

Aunt Huang panicked, at a loss for how to evade Chen Shaokang's questioning.

So she turned and began stir-frying the pork cracklings in the pot.

Her spatula was almost throwing sparks, constantly scraping against the iron pot with a grating sound.

She still didn't forget to retort: "Boss Zheng is a big shot—why would he come looking for my son Hai? Officer Chen, don't talk nonsense!"

"Aunt Huang, you're not being forthcoming!"

Chen Shaokang's brows knit, his face changed instantly!

Just moments ago his face was all smiles; in a flash it turned stern like Judge Bao's, his back ramrod straight—too bad he wasn't wearing his uniform today, so his intimidation was rather weak.

Aunt Huang said: "Don't try to scare me here—there's nothing, nothing at all!"

"Let me be frank with you, Aunt Huang—your son Huang Hai is suspected of murder!" Chen Shaokang emphasized solemnly: "This is a capital offense that could get you shot!"

"What?!"

Aunt Huang was so frightened her spatula clanged into the pot, oil droplets splattering everywhere.

She turned pale with panic, arguing: "No… impossible! My son didn't kill anyone! Stop framing my son Hai—he could never kill anyone!"

"If he didn't take Zheng Canghai's money, why would he take it?" Chen Shaokang stepped closer, his aura expanding: "I seriously suspect that illicit money is hidden in your home! According to the relevant provisions of our country's Criminal Procedure Law, I, Chen Shaokang, a People's Police officer, will now conduct a legal search of your residence! Please cooperate."

He deliberately shouted the words "People's Police" at the top of his lungs, his hand furtively reaching toward his waist as if to draw handcuffs.

In fact, he didn't even touch the keys.

But the effect was still decent.

Aunt Huang's face turned ashen: "Search… search?" Her legs began to shake; as a rural old woman, she had never seen such a scene.

Her heart jumped in panic!

All that remained in her mind was the thought: "It's over, it's over, this time I'm really done for! Hai might actually be shot…"

"Don't! Don't search! Officer Chen!" Aunt Huang stepped forward, grabbing Chen Shaokang's sleeve, tears and snot streaming down: "I'll talk! I'll tell the truth! Boss Zheng…"

"Speak, don't stop."

Chen Shaokang stared straight at Aunt Huang's eyes, continually applying psychological pressure.

Aunt Huang, flustered, sputtered: "I… I'm saying, my son… no, it's Boss Huang who indeed came to my house and gave my son some money…"

Ha ha, finally got a confession—being the bad guy is more practical.

Fan Ge!

Oh Sage Ancestor, his words are indeed correct—dealing with such lawless villagers, compassion is useless; one must employ vajra methods.

Chen Shaokang felt delighted inside, yet kept a serious questioning demeanor: "How much money did he give your son? Where is the money now?"

"It… it's a black plastic bag holding… two… two hundred thousand…"

Trembling all over from fright, Aunt Huang, as if making a great resolve of repentance, turned and led Chen Shaokang into the house to get the money.

As she walked, she pleaded with Chen Shaokang: "I… I'll give you all the money; please, please don't arrest my son—he was tricked…"

"Hand over the money first."

This is crucial evidence; as soon as Chen Shaokang entered the house, his eyes darted around.

Aunt Huang entered a dim room, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, clinking and clanking. Chen Shaokang peered in from the doorway, thinking this old lady hid the money quite discreetly.

Soon after.

Aunt Huang then emerged clutching a bulging black plastic bag, heavy and solid.

With a pained expression, she shoved the bag toward Chen Shaokang: "This… this is it all, I'm giving it to you… Officer Chen, please show mercy and spare my son…"

These words made Chen Shaokang feel as if he were being bribed—it was grating to the ear.

But the money still had to be taken.

This is solid evidence!

With this piece of evidence, Fan Ge's harbor project can resume work scot-free, but the key point is that Zheng Canghai can be legally arrested—that is Fan Ge's true goal.

"How much more money is in here?"

Chen Shaokang felt wild joy in his heart, as if he had already seen Fan Ge pat his shoulder and say, "Nice work!" He stretched out his excited hand, just about to open the bag to look.

"Boom! Splash—!"

The accident came very suddenly.

Aunt Huang's right elbow joint jerked, knocking over a jar sitting on the table. The freshly boiled lard poured down, still steaming hot.

"Holy shit!"

Although Chen Shaokang dodged quickly, his right leg still got splashed by the boiling lard; fortunately he was wearing pants, so he wasn't burned on the spot.

Chen Shaokang pinched the fabric on his leg with two fingers.

He took a close look.

These pants are definitely ruined; they were brand‑new, bought just yesterday.

Chen Shaokang angrily demanded, "Aunt Huang, you did this on purpose, right?!"

"I… I didn't mean to…"

Flustered, Aunt Huang turned around, shoved the bag of money back into the cabinet, and pulled out an old pair of pants to hand to Chen Shaokang: "These are my son's pants; put them on, don't look down on them…"

"Who wants your pants? Give me the dirty money!"

Chen Shaokang was truly angry this time; he never expected that Aunt Huang, who usually looked honest and simple despite her age, would have so many devious thoughts.

Just as Aunt Huang was left helpless by the shouting.

From outside the door came Zheng Sanshui's arrogant tone: "Chen Shaokang, after not seeing you for a while, you've grown some skills, huh? You actually dare to oppose my Zheng Family!"